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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Index,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.