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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Nas,
cv313,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.