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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.