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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.