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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
CMW,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.