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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.