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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.