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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Smog,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.