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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.