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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.