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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
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.