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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
The Names,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.