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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.