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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.