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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.