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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.