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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Faust,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Organ,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.