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 Sudan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.