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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.