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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.