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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.