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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.