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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.