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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.