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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.