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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.