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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
the Association,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.