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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.