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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.