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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.