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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.