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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.