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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.