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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.