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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Liliput,
MDC,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.