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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hood to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.