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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Smog,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Scion,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.