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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.