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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.