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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Fear,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.