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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.