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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.