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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.