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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.