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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.