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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.