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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.