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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.