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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.