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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.