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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.