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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.