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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.