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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s 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 Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.