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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.