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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.