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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.