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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.