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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Television,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.