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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.