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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.