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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.