Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-102. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.