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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.