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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.