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 Oman 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.