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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.