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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Index,
the Germs,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.