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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.