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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.