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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
DNA,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.