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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.