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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.