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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.