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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.