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 Peru 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.