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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.