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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.