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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
ABC,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.