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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.