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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Can,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.