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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.