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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.