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 New Zealand 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Gong,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.