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 Latvia and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
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.