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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Pagans,
Magazine,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.