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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.