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 London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.