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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.