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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.