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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.