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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Fall,
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.