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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.