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 Belgium 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.