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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.