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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.