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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Music Machine to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Pagans,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.