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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.