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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.