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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.