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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Swans,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.