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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.