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 Greece and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.