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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.