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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.