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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.