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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.