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 India and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.