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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.