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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Magma,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.