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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Quantec,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.