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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Index,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.