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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
The Wake,
UT,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.