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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.