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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.