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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.