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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Monks,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.