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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.