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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.