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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.