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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.