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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.