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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Doors,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.