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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.