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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.