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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.