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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The Move,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.