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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.