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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Victims,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
The Move,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.