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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Television,
Index,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.