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 China and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.