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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Television,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.