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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Cure,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.