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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.