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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.