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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.