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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.