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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.