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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
AZ,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
The Index,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.