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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.