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 China and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.