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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.