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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.