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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.