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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Monks,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.