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 Benin 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.