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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.