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 London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.