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 India 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.