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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Soft Cell,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
JFA,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.