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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.