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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Skaos,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.