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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
X-101,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
UT,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.