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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.