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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.