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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.