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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.