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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Brick,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.