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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
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 Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.