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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.