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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.