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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.