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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.