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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Technova,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.