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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.