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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Television,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.