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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.