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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.