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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.