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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.