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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.