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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.