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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.