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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.