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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.