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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.