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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.