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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.