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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.