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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Crime,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.