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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.