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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.