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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.