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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
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.