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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.