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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Fear,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.