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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.