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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.