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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.