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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.