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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.