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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.