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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Index,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
PIL,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.