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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.