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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.