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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.