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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Whodini,
10cc,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.