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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.