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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.