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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.