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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Zapp to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.