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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.