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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.