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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.