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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.