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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.