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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.