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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Ituana,
The Martian,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.