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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Erasure,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.