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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.