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 Honduras 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.