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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Gong,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.