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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.