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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Q65,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.