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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.