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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.