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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Doors to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.