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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.