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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Remains,
ABC,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.