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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.