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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.