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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.