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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Organ,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.