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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.