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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.