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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.