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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.