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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.