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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat 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?
Moebius,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.