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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Section 25,
MDC,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.