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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Nico,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.