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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.