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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Monolake to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.