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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.