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 Japan and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.