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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Television,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.