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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.