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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.