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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.