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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
PIL,
Skarface,
Crime,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.