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 India and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.