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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Wings,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.