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 Rwanda 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
MDC,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.