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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sound 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.