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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Associates,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.