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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.