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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.