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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.