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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
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 Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.