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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.