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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Skarface,
The Human League,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.