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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.