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 Malawi 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
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.