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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.