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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.