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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.