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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.