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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.