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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Slave,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Faust,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.