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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.