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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.