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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.