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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.