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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.