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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.