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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.