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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.