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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.