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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.