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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.