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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.