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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.