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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
The Saints,
X-101,
Visage,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.