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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.