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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Gong,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.