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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.