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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.