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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.