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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.