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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.