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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Brick,
Technova,
Crime,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.