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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.