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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
ABBA,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.