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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.