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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.