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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.