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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
The Evens,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.