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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.