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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.