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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.