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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.