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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Brick,
10cc,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.