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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.