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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.