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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.