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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.