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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.