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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.