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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Monks,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
a-ha,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.