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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.