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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Slave,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.