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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Nas,
Interpol,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.