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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Television,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.