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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.