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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.