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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.