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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.