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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.