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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.