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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.