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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.