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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.