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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.