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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.