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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.