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 Yemen 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.