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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.