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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.