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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.