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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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-101. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
World's Most,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.