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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.