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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.