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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.