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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.