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 Latvia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.