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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.