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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.