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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Jandek,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
MDC,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.