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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.