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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.