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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.