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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.