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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.