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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.