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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Scion,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
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The Sonics,
Smog,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.