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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Television,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.