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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
MDC,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.