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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.