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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
MDC,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.