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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.