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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.