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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.