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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Gong,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.