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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.