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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
MC5,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.