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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.