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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.