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 Chad 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.