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 South Sudan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.