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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.