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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.