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 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.