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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.