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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.