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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.