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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gong,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.