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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.