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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
The Names,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.