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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.