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 Norway and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.