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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
June of 44,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.