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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Sparks,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.