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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.