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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Franke,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.