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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.