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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Television,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.