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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.