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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.