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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.