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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.