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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.