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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Gong,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.