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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.