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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.