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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.