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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.