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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.