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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.