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 United Kingdom 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.