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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.