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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.