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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.