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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.