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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.