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 Chile 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.