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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.