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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.