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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.