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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.