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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Scion,
ABC,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.