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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.