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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.