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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Visage,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.