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 Togo and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.