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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 London and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.