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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
the Swans,
CMW,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.