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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.