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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.