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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.