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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.