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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.