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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.