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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.