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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.