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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.