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 Russia and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.