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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.