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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.