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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.