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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.