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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
New Order,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.