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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.