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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
CMW,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.