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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.