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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.