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 Greece and from Lille.
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 Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.