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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.