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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.