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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.