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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MDC to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.