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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.