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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.