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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.