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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.