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 Dominican Republic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.