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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.