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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.