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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.