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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.