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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.