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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.