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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.