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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.