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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
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.