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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.