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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Wings,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.