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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.