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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.