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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.