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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.