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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.