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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.