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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
UT,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.