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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.