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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.