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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.