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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
The Index,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.