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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.