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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Gong,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.