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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Scion,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.