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 Russia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.