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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Smog,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.