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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Motorama,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.