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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.