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 Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.