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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.