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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Television,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.