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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.