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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.