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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.