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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.