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 Japan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.