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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.