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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.