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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Au Pairs 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.