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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.