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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.