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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Q65,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.