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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.