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 Russia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.