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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.