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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Evens to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.