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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.