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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.