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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 the Human League to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.