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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.