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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.