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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays 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?
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.