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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.