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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.