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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.