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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.