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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.