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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.