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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.