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 Chile 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.