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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.