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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Darondo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.