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 Belize 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.