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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Section 25,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.