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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.