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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.