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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Neu!,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.