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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.