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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.