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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.