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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.