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 Australia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.