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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Wings,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.