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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.