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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.