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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Television,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.