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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.