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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.