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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
The Move,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.