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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.