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 Albania 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.