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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.