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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Index,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.