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 Cambodia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.