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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.