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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.